 | Tiresias |  |
“The wren is saved by insignificance,
And safe as humble-bees from stoop of kite.
Tell me, Tiresias, what yon throstle sings;
Whose rich, soft-throated notes are pacifying,
And reach us thro' the stillness winged with peace!”
And safe as humble-bees from stoop of kite.
Tell me, Tiresias, what yon throstle sings;
Whose rich, soft-throated notes are pacifying,
And reach us thro' the stillness winged with peace!”
| Tiresias | |